martes, 19 de agosto de 2014

The 2014 Argentinean (& Uruguayan) Literature of Doom

With Spanish Lit Month 2014 finally winding down, I suppose now is as good a time as any to announce that I'll be hosting one of the most unpopular events in all of blogging--the Argentinean Literature of Doom--for the third year in a row this fall and winter.  Please consider reading along with me and becoming wildly unpopular too!  For those new to the event, the ALoD was originally inspired by two great posts from Tom of Wuthering Expectations that you can read all about here and here and was at least partly dedicated to testing Roberto Bolaño's thesis that a "strain of doom" evident in post-Borges Argentinean belles-lettres was due to the noxious influence of one Osvaldo Lamborghini and his art terrorist pals and successors (César Aira, take a bow).  Last year, however, I think it's fair to say that all of the other ALoD participants and I mostly used the event as a pretext to read or reread some of our favorite Argentinean authors in "like-minded company" (César Aira fans, take a bow).  Hopefully, that'll be a big enough draw to lure discriminating returning doomsters back for one more year. But where exactly do you, the prospective ALoD newcomer, fit in with all this doom business?  Should you decide to participate, you may join as easily as reading and then writing about at least one piece of Argentinean or Uruguayan literature sometime between September 1st and December 31st.  More intrepid souls can also "challenge" me to read a specific work from the vast corpus of Argentinean or Uruguayan literature with you sometime during the same time period although to be honest this hasn't been a very popular option so far.  In either case, your choice of reading material for the event doesn't have to be "doom-laden" at all; the only criterion is that the work must have been written by an Argentinean or a Uruguayan author--please, none of that reading challenge nonsense about submitting novels written by non-Argentineans and non-Uruguayans which are only set in Argentina or Uruguay.  Weak!  Uruguayan literature, in case anybody's curious, was added as an option this year both because of the strong cultural ties linking Río de la Plata men and women of letters on both sides of the river and because of Uruguayan writers' propensity for punching above their weight class relative to the population of their country.  Of course, it didn't hurt that I have a bunch of books by Mario Levrero, Onetti, and Horacio Quiroga calling my name either.  In any event, hope you can join us (below, a mini-Doom bibliography from the two previous events).


The Argentinean Literature of Doom: Año 2 (2013)
Amateur Reader (Tom), Wuthering Expectations

Richard, Caravana de recuerdos
Help a él by Fogwill
El limonero real by Juan José Saer
Bahía Blanca by Martín Kohan
"Evita vive" by Néstor Perlongher
"Torito" by Julio Cortázar
"El uruguayo" by Copi
El sueño de los héroes by Adolfo Bioy Casares
Autobiografía de Irene by Silvina Ocampo
Las armas secretas by Julio Cortázar
Los Fantasmas by César Aira
La última de César Aira by Ariel Idez

Rise, in lieu of a field guide

Scott, seraillon

The Argentinean Literature of Doom (2012)
Amateur Reader (Tom), Wuthering Expectations

Miguel, St. Orberose

Richard, Caravana de recuerdos
Facundo.  Civilización y barbarie by Domingo Faustino Sarmiento
Siete noches by Jorge Luis Borges
Boquitas pintadas by Manuel Puig
Cómo me hice monja by César Aira
La Vida Nueva by César Aira
"El Fiord" by Osvaldo Lamborghini

Rise, in lieu of a field guide
This Craft of Verse by Jorge Luis Borges
"The Golden Hare" by Silvina Ocampo

Séamus, Vapour Trails
Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar

domingo, 17 de agosto de 2014

Spanish Lit Month(s) 2014: 8/3-8/16 Links

"We" interrupt this busy/slothful reading weekend to announce the latest set of Spanish Lit Month links now available at a blog near you.  A final SLM 2014 round-up post should appear next weekend or thereabouts.  For further information, yadda yadda yadda & etc....

Grant, 1streading's Blog
The Topless Tower by Silvina Ocampo

JacquiWine, JacquiWine's Journal
Sidewalks by Valeria Luiselli

Miguel, St. Orberose
Yo no soy yo, evidentemente by Gonzalo Torrente Ballester

Richard, Caravana de recuerdos
El temps de les cireres by Montserrat Roig

miércoles, 13 de agosto de 2014

El temps de les cireres

El temps de les cireres (Edicions 62, 1977)
by Montserrat Roig
Spain, 1977

Given its garish cover, it's more than a little ironic that Montserrat Roig's Premi Sant Jordi-winning El temps de les cireres [English approximation: The Time of the Cherries], celebrated in Catalunya but apparently only the recipient of a lone translation into another Iberian Peninsula language after all these years [Spanish title: Tiempo de cerezas], often reminded me of a matte, politically-charged, photojournalism reverse image of Carmen Laforet's Nada in its representation of Barcelona at the tail end of the Franco era as framed through female eyes.  At the beginning of the novel, 30-something Natàlia Miralpeix returns home to Barcelona's l'Eixample district after twelve years "d'exili voluntari" ["of voluntary exile"] in Paris and London (14).  While the reader soon learns that the character's move into exile took place for personal rather than political reasons, her return home is almost simultaneous with the real life 1974 execution of Barcelona anarchist Salvador Puig Antich who was garroted to death in a nearby prison.  The execution naturally colors later events in the novel in that, for much of what follows, Natàlia's observations of the changes that have taken place in her native city during her absence and her account of the family dynamics that drove her away in the first place merge with a none too flattering portrait of some of the distressing continuities: the fear and repression constituting daily life under Franco's rule.  Stylistically, El temps de les cireres--while a fairly strong work overall--is clearly second tier when compared with the storytelling delights to be found in the likes of other more famous Barcelona novels like Laforet's Nada, Juan Marsé's Si te dicen que caí or Mercè Rodoreda's La plaça del diamant.  Thematically, Roig is on much more of an equal footing as many of the strengths of her novel have to do with the convincingly gray, day to day depictions of life in BCN from Natàlia's parents' time up to the character's own return in 1974.  As just one example of the hard-hitting complexities with which Natàlia's personal odyssey ties in with the city's historical trajectory during the time(s) in question, El temps de les cireres (the name comes from the Paris Commune canço composed by J.B. Clément and is described by the protagonist on p. 122 as a sense of longing for "la primavera de la felicitat" ["the Spring of happiness"]) is the sort of novel in which a description of Barcelona as "un immens cadàver esventrat" ["an immense, gutted cadavaver"] can be found side by side with more lively appraisals of the Barri Gòtic and the Barri Xinès and the sort of novel in which one man's attempt to "salvat la pell" ["save his skin"] during the Spanish Civil War by playing the apolitical card while his friends are dying in Nazi concentration camps as suspected reds (143) later turns into a despotic conformism so strong that he threatens to report his daughter to the authorities for having undergone an illegal abortion.  OK, so maybe that's two examples, but you get the picture.

Montserrat Roig (1946-1991)

El temps de les cireres was read with Biblibio's Women in Translation Month 2014 and Stu's and my Spanish Lit Month 2014 in mind (note: although the novel's written almost entirely in Catalan, there's frequent code-switching into Spanish during dialogue as befits the linguistic reality of its time and place).

domingo, 10 de agosto de 2014

Le Ravissement de Lol V. Stein

Le Ravissement de Lol V. Stein (Gallimard, 2011)
por Marguerite Duras
Francia, 1964

Le Ravissement de Lol V. Stein [publicada en castellano como El arrebato de Lol V. Stein], de Marguerite Duras, ha fortalecido la posición de la francesa dentro de mi panteón de escritores favoritos al costado de cracks ríoplatenses como Juan Carlos Onetti y Juan José Saer entre otros.  A la edad de 19 años, la protagonista Lol/Lola Valérie Stein supuestamente perdió la razón cuando su prometido la dejó plantada a un baile al casino municipal de T. Beach en vísperas de sus desposorios.  Se encerró en su cuarto.  Dejó de hablar.  Luego de llorar y llorar, sufrió en silencio.  Diez años más tarde, casada con otro hombre, madre de tres niños y, al parecer, recuperada de la locura transitoria de su juventud, Lol regresa a la ciudad vecina de S. Tahla para enfrentar a los fantasmas del pasado.  ¿Va a sufrir otra derrota en el pueblo en que todo el mundo ya conoce la historia de su ruina?  Al igual que Onetti y Saer, Duras explota todas las posibilidades de la trama y juega con una variedad de perspectivas narrativas con toda la destreza de un cirujano con una navaja en la mano.  Por ejemplo, ambos el estado afectivo de Stein y su subjetividad como el eje central de la novela se establecen mediante la escritura de un narrador, un tal Jacques Hold, que admite ser un mentiroso y que además está involucrado en una suerte de triángulo de amor con Lol y con otra mujer casada, Tatiana Karl, una amiga de la infancia de Lol.  Esto implica que la historia personal del trauma de Lol pertenece menos a ella y más a los otros personajes en el entorno de S. Tahla: una ironía terrible dada que los dolores de Stein, en el pasado y en el presente, se describen en un momento clave como un infierno personal en cuanto a "l'eternité du bal dans le cinéma de Lol V. Stein" ["la eternidad del baile dentro del cinema de Lol V. Stein"] (309).  En otra parte, el marido de Tatiana Karl opina que "Lol V. Stein est encore c'est sans doute ça qui intéresse Jacques Hold" ["Lol V. Stein todavía está enferma...y esto probablemente sea lo que interesa a Jacques Hold"] (368).  Llegado a este punto, el lector puede preguntarse a sí mismo si el problema en lo que se refiere al tema general de la novela queda con el amor fracasado o con el amor ello mismo en el sentido en que el amor pueda ser una especie de enfermedad.  Por su parte, Duras es más bien ambigua.  La casada Lol V. Stein dice en algún momento que "le meilleur de tous les hommes est mort pour moi" ["el mejor de todos los hombres está muerto para mí"] (336), y este comentario tristísimo está acompañado por descripciones llamativas de ella como un "être incendié" ["ser incinerado"] de una "nature détruite" ["natura destruida"] (344) llena de "une joie barbare, folle, dont tout son être devait être enfiévré" ["una alegría bárbara, loca, de que todo su ser debía ser enfiebrado"] (353).  Al mismo tiempo, Jacques Hold parece estar enamorado de Lol V. Stein de verdad y habla de su sonrisa y de "la mortelle fadeur de la mémoire de Lol V. Stein" ["la insipidez mortal de la memoria de Lol V. Stein"] (384) con la misma convicción.  Por supuesto, pensar en la memoria del personaje es pensar en la susodicha imagen de "la eternidad del baile dentro del cinema de Lol V. Stein" y por eso no es de sorprender que hayan numerosas alusiones al voyerismo dentro de la trama que no voy a mencionar aquí por falta de tiempo.  Lo que sí voy a mencionar es que el argumento a veces está narrado con un estilo visual mimético: Lol mira a los otros, Jacques mira a Lol, y los eventos narrados ganan la partida con una objetividad cruel sino asombroso.  Requetebueno el libro.

Marguerite Duras (1914-1996)

La Ravissement de Lol V. Stein se puede encontrar en el tomo II de las Oeuvres complètes de Duras (París: Éditions Gallimard, 2011, 285-388).  Espero poder seguir con su Le Vice-consul (1966) dentro de poco.

miércoles, 6 de agosto de 2014


Sylvie (Le Livre de Poche, 1999)
by Gérard de Nerval
France, 1853

Mario Levrero's description of a chance encounter with Gérard de Nerval on the streets of downtown Montevideo, as chronicled in the Uruguayan's stupendous 2005 La novela luminosa, reminded me of two important things just late last week: 1) Gérard de Nerval is by no means the only unhinged author I've ever been a fan of, and 2) it'd been far too long since I myself last encountered le "petit Parisien," as one of the characters refers to Nerval's unnamed narrator of an alter ego here.  Sylvie, which should come with a blurb that says "not as great as Aurélia but so what?," is something of a prequel to Aurélia in its tale of the author's mystical, obsessive, but ultimately ill-fated love for three separate women: an aristocratic Valois beauty turned nun named Adrienne; the title character who was the light of the narrator's life in his youth despite being a poor match for him as a wife as a humble village girl; and an actress named Aurélie who reminds him of the unattainable Adrienne.  To say much more about the plot would be to do a disservice to potential future readers of the novella; suffice it to say that amid a minefield of potential storytelling clichés, Nerval's repertoire of minesweeping strengths includes his ability to rachet up the ethereal romantic/romanticism tension by conjuring up an image of the actress Aurélie onstage as "une apparition bien connue" ["a well known apparition"] in opposition to "ces vaines figures" ["these vain figures"] that surround the narrator in the mundane reality of the theater seats (229); his ability to breathe life into otherwise static scenes by the power of his sensuous, transcendent, sometimes almost tactile imagery (e.g., the vision of Adrienne as a "fleur de la nuit, éclose à la pâle clarté de la lune, fantôme rose et blond glissant sur l'herbe verte à demi baignée de blanches vapeurs" ["night flower blossoming in the pale light of the moon, a rosy, blonde phantom gliding on green blades of grass half bathed in white mist"] on p. 236 is almost sensory overload as visual poetry in prose); and finally, the delicious altered reality of a text in which the love objects Adrienne and Sylvie can be cast as "les deux moitiés d'un seul amour" ["the two halves of a single love]--the one for representing "l'ideal sublime" ["the sublime ideal"], the other for representing "la douce réalité" ["sweet reality"] (268)--while the narrator himself is at one point described as a Young Werther "moins les pistolets" ["without the pistols"] (270).  Lest Nerval's lovestruck ways and altered reality seem a bit too precious and predictable for you, I'll close by sharing this unexpectedly biting, presumably autobiographical quote at the outset of the novella concerning one character's warning about the Aurélie-like muses of the acting profession: "les actrices n'étaient pas des femmes, et que la nature avait oublié de leur faire un coeur" ["actresses weren't women, and Nature had forgotten to give them a heart"] (230).  Ouch!

Gérard de Nerval (1808-1855)

Sylvie, which can be found on pp. 229-270 of the Nerval collection Les Filles du Feu, Les Chimères et autres textes (Paris: Le Livre de Poche, 1999), was my fourth of twenty-four books read for the Books on France 2014 Reading Challenge: yes, a mere twenty books off the pace with less than a half a year to go.  On a happier note, Tom of Wuthering Expectations has his own recommendation of Sylvie, "a finely written story of love and memory," which you can read about in more detail here.

domingo, 3 de agosto de 2014

Spanish Lit Month(s) 2014: 7/27-8/2 Links

 Mario Levrero

Wow, thanks so much to all of you who contributed posts to Spanish Lit Month 2014 this past week: our most active week yet participation-wise!  I see authors from Argentina, Chile, Colombia, Guatemala, Mexico, Spain, and Uruguay represented, which makes this a pretty great week geographically as well even if Vlady Kociancich, in a piece on Borges & Bioy Casares and their longtime friendship that I just reviewed, recently reminded me that literature is probably the real "segunda patria" or "second homeland" for readers and writers alike.  Anyway, thanks again for all your efforts and please remember that Spanish Lit Month 2014 is being held over for another week or two of "overtime" if you have any last-minute reviews you'd like to sneak in.  Cheers!

Amanda, Simpler Pastimes
Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel García Márquez

Helen, a gallimaufry
A Heart So White by Javier Marías

JacquiWine, JacquiWine's Journal
Liveforever by Andrés Caicedo
Weekend Wine Notes: Spanish Whites for #SpanishLitMonth, Godello and Verdejo

Lizzysiddal, Lizzy's Literary Life
The Siege by Arturo Pérez-Reverte

Mel U, The Reading Life
"Pirpo and Chamberlain, Murderers" by Bernardo Atxaga
"The Mercury of the Thermometers" by Eloy Tizón

Miguel, St. Orberose
Borges on Woolf

Obooki, Obooki's Obloquy
The President by Miguel Ángel Asturias
The Stuff of Heroes by Miguel Delibes
Books Read/Films Seen/Spanish Lit Round-Up

Richard, Caravana de recuerdos
La novela luminosa by Mario Levrero
"Borges y Bioy: libros y amistad" by Vlady Kociancich 

Rise, in lieu of a field guide
Montano by Enrique Vila-Matas

Scott G.F. Bailey, six words for a hat
Piano Stories by Felisberto Hernández

Séamus, Vapour Trails
The Sound of Things Falling by Juan Gabriel Vásquez

Tony, Tony's Reading List
Faces in the Crowd by Valeria Luiselli

Tony Messenger, Messengers Booker (and more)
Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes
The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolaño

Violet, Still Life with Books
Faces in the Crowd by Valeria Luiselli

sábado, 2 de agosto de 2014

Borges y Bioy: libros y amistad

"Borges y Bioy: libros y amistad"
by Vlady Kociancich
Argentina, 2009

For this second Spanish Lit Month 2014 overtime get together in a row (a quick reminder: the event has been held over and will run throughout the first half of August), I'd like to switch gears from review mode to library rat/literary history mode to bring you a few excerpts from Vlady Kociancich's warm, engaging "Borges y Bioy: libros y amistad" ["Borges and Bioy: Books and Friendship"], which is the transcription of a public lecture the Argentinean novelist and critic and longtime friend of Borges y Bioy (pictured with JLB in 1960 above) delivered one Tuesday night in 2006-2007 at the Jorge Luis Borges room of Buenos Aires' Biblioteca Nacional.  How I wish I could have been there and downed some bottles of Quilmes and a couple of empanadas with one of those bookish, invariably über attractive porteñas afterward!  In any event, Kociancich, who first met Borges and Bioy Casares at the beginning of the 1960s when she was a teenage student in one of the then 60-something Borges' Old English classes, starts things off by noting that "Borges siempre decía que la amistad es la gran pasión argentina" ["Borges always used to say that friendship is the great Argentinean passion"].  To corroborate this, Kociancich adds, Borges "no sólo podría haber tomado ejemplos de nuestra literatura, de sus muchos amigos, sino mencionar particularmente su amistad con Adolfo Bioy Casares, que duro más de cincuenta años y sin interrumpirse" ["not only could have offered examples from our literature or of his many friends but in particular by mentioning his friendship with Adolfo Bioy Casares, which lasted more than fifty years without interruption"] (279).  An impressive amount of time by any standard, no?  One of the things I liked best about Kociancich's talk was her ability to bring home the childlike enthusiasm Borges & Bioy Casares felt about spending time discussing books in each other's company--or what she calls "la envidiable juventud de su conversación" ["the enviable youthfulness of their conversation"].  "Esa larguísima amistad" ["That longlasting friendship"], she explains, was in reality "una larguísima conversación entre escritores que no perdería nunca lo mejor de la juventud: la curiosidad y la rebeldía" ["a longlasting conversation between writers who would lever lose the best things of all about being young: curiosity and rebellion"] (Ibid.).  Naturally, a couple of the other things I liked best about the talk were the range and the quality of the anecdotes.  Borges, for example, apparently "raramente salía de la literatura, que le parecía más real, en términos de comprensión del misterio que somos, que la ofrecida por la vida" ["rarely departed from the world of literature, which seemed more real to him--in terms of unraveling the mystery of who we are--than that offered by life"] (281).  To illustrate the point, Kociancich tells us of the night she was reading Conrad's The End of the Tether out loud to her onetime teacher and of how a description of the lead character's penchant for cigarettes prompted this outburst from Borges: "Caramba, así que el pobre Capitán Whalley fumaba, como usted" ["Caramba, so poor Captain Whalley smoked just like you"].  According to Kociancich, with Borges one often felt as if "los personajes habían entrado en la sala, que desde la lectura compartían la conversación" ["the characters had stepped into the room, that they were a part of the conversation via the reading"] of a story (282).  Elsewhere, Kociancich observes that it was probably not their likes but their dislikes that united the English literature-loving Borges and the French literature-loving Bioy Casares aesthetically as friends "en esa segunda patria que es la literatura" ["in that second homeland which is literature"] (287, a lovely phrase).  Both rejected "la vanidad, ante todo" ["vanity above all"].  Ditto "cualquier esnobismo" ["any snobbery"].  In a wonderful follow-up to this, Kociancich remarks that Borges didn't hesitate to employ "su ingenio más perverso" ["his most perverse ingenuity"] to make fun of these traits, "una actitud que no era la más apta para conquistar simpatías o empujar una carrera literaria" ["an attitude which wasn't the most appropriate for eliciting sympathy or furthering a literary career"].  However, "también coincidían en que eso, la carrera literaria, era una afrenta a la literatura" ["they also agreed that the 'literary career' itself was an affront to literature"] (284).  Being a writer was about the private act of writing and not the public art of self-promotion.  Easier to say when you come from a background of privilege than of poverty, I suppose, but the point is still well taken.  Before wrapping up, one of the things I really ought to mention is the attention Kociancich draws to the pre-media circus times in which Borges and Bioy Casares came of age as writers: "La sola idea de tener secretarios que hablaran en su nombre les parecía ridículo" ["Just the idea of having secretaries who would speak on their behalf seemed ridiculous to them"], she says.  "Creo que Borges y Bioy nunca salieron de aquel tiempo, al menos psicológicamente, en que los escritores gozaban de un relativo anonimato.  La exposición mediática, como la fama, les llegó a los dos en la vejez" ["I don't believe that Borges and Bioy ever left those times, at least psychologically, in which writers enjoyed a relative anonymity.  The media exposure, like fame, came to both in their old age"] (285).  But let's return to that "great Argentinean passion": friendship.  Kociancich concludes her lecture with some touching final remarks on the supernatural conversation she can imagine taking place between her own friends Borges and Bioy in the hereafter.  Together, "citando autores" ["citing authors"] and "recordando calles de Buenos Aires" ["remembering Buenos Aires streets"] and the like, the two old friends poke fun at the "pedantería del diablo" ["pompousness of the devil"] and at the "esnobismo de los ángeles" ["snobbery of the angels"] before finding one final irony in the midst of the imagined conversation.  The set-up is exquisite.  As is the payoff.  Borges to Bioy: "Caramba.  ¿No te parece raro verla a Vlady dando una conferencia sobre nosotros?" ["Caramba.  Doesn't it seem strange to see Vlady giving a lecture about us?"] (288).

Borges y Bioy

Vlady Kociancich's "Borges y Bioy: libros y amistad," chapter 16 of 23 in the anthology of lectures La literatura argentina por escritores argentinos: narradores, poetas y dramaturgos, appears on pp. 279-288 of the volume coordinated by Sylvia Iparraguirre (Buenos Aires: Ediciones Biblioteca Nacional, 2009).  An interview of Kociancich, conducted by Ángel Berlanga, appears after the talk transcription.